Turning down a job but got laid in the process

In my line of work I am often encountering a lot of former law enforcement and military types. There are the severely obese former beat cops who have gone into the corporate world, there are the former commando types from the armed forces who turn corporate and then you have the former CIA/agency types who accomplish everything in 14 different languages and run the equivalent of a marathon before work.

And then is my customer/colleague/friend who was former state security from a European country and now in the corporate role but as I would learn, his background also included part-time modelling.

Anyway, I had gotten to know him when his company hired me as a consultant and there was an instant connection not only because he was a mixed race guy with incredible skin but also because he was a sexy fit daddy type who wore tailored shirts that accentuated his pecs and biceps. Total hotty and and he was nice which made me fantasize about him when I would get back to my hotel.

A few years after getting know each other he had moved onto another company and sent me a note on LinkedIn. “I’d love to have you on my team, any interest in discussing a role?”

I never pass up these opportunities although after 10 years of successful consulting for one of the Big 4 shops, I was almost certain I wouldn’t be interested but entertained the chat.

Normally, I’d get in touch with someone from HR who would do next to nothing to inspire me but in this case, I had the initial phone discussion with none other than my friend and even though this was over the phone, he sold the role so well that I found myself agreeing to fly out and be interviewed by his CEO and the rest of the management team.

They even sent one of the corporate jets, a nice Dassault 900ex and although I travel all over the world in business and first class for work I thought to myself, “I could get used to this.”

Sadly the flight was only 4 hours but the crew had been told to take good care of me because by the time we landed, I was pretty much pickled.

When I got to the hotel later, I checked in, got to my room and on the table in the living room was a nice little fruit basket and some wine with a note from my friend, “Don’t drink this all tonight! We are super excited you agreed to come out for this interview. See you tomorrow.”

I already had drank way too much so opted to leave the bottle alone and woke up the next morning refreshed and ready for this day of interviews to be over.

They were and are all very lovely people and the company itself is financially solid, lots of opportunity for growth, interesting portfolio, still lots of international travel for me but somehow I was just not convinced that this was going to be the one for me.

After the first day of interviews with the senior management, my friend said he and some of the team were taking me out to dinner and so after having a rest in the hotel I got ready and went downstairs for my pickup.

Outside the lobby I heard a car horn honk and looked over to see my sexy friend in a nice new Mercedes SUV. I walked over and he motioned to get in the passenger seat which I did and after shaking hands and doing the greetings we set off.

I found myself checking him out discretely while we drove along.

On his left hand he had a ring but in all the years of knowing him I don’t remember him saying he had a husband or a wife.

He had dressed up a little for this dinner. Nice designer jeans hugging his thighs and a sufficiently tight polo t that did nothing to hide his pecs or his arms.

“what?” he asked clearly having just caught me checking him out.

“No, nothing, sorry, I was just looking at the shops there, seeing whats around, nice little city this is.”

He started to tell me about the history of the city and in a nutshell, he was one of those guys you’d be so proud to take home to Mum because he is just nice and engaging.

Dinner was not at all what I expected because it was just him and me.

“The rest of the team is working away on an issue that popped up, they can handle it and I didn’t want to deprive you of a dinner out,” he explained.

It suddenly felt like a date and it was a lovely evening of drinking, eating and getting to know him a little more.

He drove me back to the hotel a little later and with a casual hug he dropped me off and said “See you tomorrow man, get some rest.”

Tomorrow comes along and I go back into the inquisition from his colleagues and the feeling of reluctance persisted in each interaction I had.

This most definitely was not the career move I was looking for and I genuinely felt bad when at the end of the day I had to tell the interview panel (which included my friend and his boss the CEO) that this wasn’t for me in the face of the offering me a role.

“Well,” said the CEO, “Can’t fault you there, the door is always open if you change your mind.”

And then he turned to my friend and commanded as only a CEO can, “Now, you better take him out for a nice dinner tonight or he’ll be applying for your job next!”

We all laughed and I was relieved that there was no ill will. They must have spent a fortune on the plane alone and they were nothing short of gracious.

Dinner sounded nice and I wondered if it would be just the two of us or his team and much to my delight, when he picked up, it was just him.

Tonight’s attire was even more of a turn on: tight-ish shorts that showed his thighs perfectly, some cute little sneakers and another polo-t.

“I know I was supposed to take you somewhere really chic," he said, "but I thought you might enjoy a more local place along the river with some great outdoor seating, live music and actually great food. Might even change your mind,” he laughed as we drove off.

Over dinner we had a nice little banter going and all in all a very pleasant place and awesome company.

We had just ordered another round of drinks and he asks, “Can I tell you something?”

I nodded consent and he says, “Don’t take this the wrong way but, on one hand I’m sad you didn’t take the offer but then on the other hand I am kinda glad because I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and if I can be so blunt, I find you attractive and it would be hard for me to share an office without wanting to kiss you,” he said.

I stumbled and fumbled with my words to the point where I am sure I was sounding more like a stuttering pig and he eventually put me out of my misery  by adding to his comment, “You know how it is, Google is our friend and I searched your name and saw some pics of you and your husband from a few years ago so figured I would be safe in telling you thatI find you cute.”

Needless to say, he was indeed safe in telling me this and in an instant, our dinner conversation went from reservedly polite to full on get-to-know-each other chit chat.

When dinner was done, he had drank far too much to drive us so we grabbed a taxi and went back to my hotel.

I am pretty sure I asked him to come up but if I did that was little to no resistance and the next thing I know, he has me pushed me up against the wall planting a huge kiss right inside the door of my hotel suite.

Being mixed race, his skin tone was so gorgeous but what made him even sexier were these piercing blue-green eyes which I would later him were his, “you’re gonna get fucked tonight eyes.”

And you know how the rest of the evening went…..We fucked all over the room and got to know each other intimately. His body and cock did not disappoint and although through the whole night of passionate love making he was still the same sweet sexy man, when he wanted to, he could become a total beast and verbal and a nasty top.

This of course was a total turn on. Nothing better than a man who can assume different personas depending on the mood of the moment and he would alternate between gentle love making to practically raping me.

Well, you can’t be raped if you are literally shouting out, “FUCK ME HARDER!”

He stayed the night after we fell asleep from the exhaustion.

I woke up at one point laying across his chiselled chest and couldn’t help but smile at this fine ass man who has just bred several loads of his cum into my ass.

The next morning, his company had arranged for the jet to take me home despite my pleas to fly commercial but they said it would be late afternoon and probably some the vice presidents would be on it as well.

“No worries,” I said, “I appreciate the lift.”

I had gone to the bathroom and when I came out I heard my friend talking on the phone.

“Nah, I’m gonna work from home, you guys carry on without me. No, I had too much to drink last night, left the SUV down at the river so gotta get that etc, I’ll check in later.”

Well, my morning just got a whole lot better because I didn’t need to be at the airport until closer to 5 and my new lover just called in sick.

We fucked for the rest of the morning in all sorts of ways and positions and with his last shuddering orgasm into my ass he mumbled, “Fuck I could get used to being inside you all the time man, sure you won’t change your mind about the job?” he asked.

I just laughed it off and we agreed that I wouldn’t be considering it but we would for certain be keeping in touch.